Suddenly fifty Amish people came trundling in!
Later I found out that there are bus companies that specialize in transporting the Amish from Indiana, Ohio, and Pennsylvania to Sarasota, Florida. Why wouldn't they want to go on vacation?
A dozen Amish men were heading to the rest room. I jumped up from my seat and headed there, too.
It was trough-style.
I took my place between an unmarried young man and a married older man, unzipped, and did my business while surreptitious glancing at my partners.
The older man unbuttoned his pants, pulled up his shirt, and pulled out an impressive-sized member. No underwear.
The younger guy pulled his rather smaller member from a pair of red bikini briefs.
Red bikini briefs?
I had to know more about this guy!
The rest of the story is on Tales of West Hollywood.